One night, something emerges from the black swamp at the bottom of the creek. It’s a very big and muddy thing that asks, again and again: “What am I? What am I?”. A platypus replies: “You’re a bunyip”. The problem is, that bunyips don’t exist; and if they do, they don’t resemble to anything at all. A metaphor about the search of identity, belonging and perhaps love. Mas Detalles →